"Nobody understood his art.
He painted anyway." - Myles Burr
No one understood her words. She wrote anyway.
No one heard her voice.
She sang anyway.
No one ever danced with her.
She danced anyway.
No one ever knew she lived.
She lived anyway.
She loved.
She was grateful.
She was happy.
She mattered to no one.
When she died alone.
She mattered anyway.
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